Ye Yinbai simply stopped running. He knew that if he continued to run away, Ji Wushang had more chances to kill him.

As soon as he thought of this, Ye Yinbai stopped with his feet, gently held the dislocated right arm with his left hand, and pulled it suddenly!

Click--!

He held his dislocated right arm without saying a word.

Then, with his right hand tightly, a narrow, long and flat blade and extremely thin five-foot silver knife appeared in his hand!

Ye Yinbai, covered in blood, turned around and faced the dense jungle with thunder and purple light flashing wildly in front of him, and took a deep breath.

"A little courageous."

Suddenly, a cold voice came.

It was Ji Wushang.

His tall and tall figure slowly walked out of a vast white forest. From time to time, purple arcs flashed around him, giving people an extremely terrifying and dangerous atmosphere...

At the same time, several young warriors with different costumes appeared one after another, each landing on the trunks of a large tree that was struck by lightning and looked like charcoal.

There are about dozens of people.

Among them, the one who dresses more uniformly is obviously a ghost disciple who wears a fang mask and is full of ghost energy and aggression.

And here, there were two people who were more eye-catching.

It's a man and a woman.

The man has black hair like a waterfall, without a mask, handsome and domineering.

The woman had one arm missing, and her sleeves were floating in the wind. She was extremely beautiful, but as cold as ice.

This man and woman are very famous. They are a genius who are very popular in Yunlan Academy this year. Even disciples of the Southern Wilderness Ghost Sect are well-known for the names of the two.

However, Ji Wushang's appearance directly overshadowed the two of them.

At this time, Ji Wushu's figure gradually lengthened in the thunder flash. He was wearing a wide purple ghost robe, without a fang mask, his eyes were like ink, like an abyss, and his fair skin was flawless than a woman. Two crystal-like purple jade bells were swinging on his right ear earlobe.

Because the disciples of the Ghost Sect practiced ghost skills all year round, their appearance will be affected, becoming inappropriate, or they may behave like evil spirits and evil ghosts.

Ji Wushang is not like a person in the hell in terms of temperament and appearance.

But even so, some of the king-level disciples who had entered the Ghost Sect who had early dared not make any decisions in front of him.

"This person killed people too quickly, and I can't even see the martial arts he used. If the Cangyu Hundred Sects met this person, I might choose to abstain."

Shen Qingyue was chased by Ye Wujin three times, and the imperial bone was recaptured and another arm was broken. It seemed that his mind and nature had changed a lot.

At this time, he witnessed the extraordinary demeanor of Ji Wushang, the strongest disciple of the "Night-level", and said with a serious face.

Mu Feiling didn't say anything, but his eyes were staring at Ji Wushang.

Sometimes the battle between men is hidden in their hearts. People who can make Qingyue appreciate this are naturally not ordinary people.

"I just don't know... if he has the ability to kill Ye Wuzong!"

Mu Feiling thought secretly, but he didn't know why this idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

Ye Yinbai held a narrow silver sword in his hand, glanced at the masters appearing around him, and shook his head helplessly.

The battle of trapped beasts must be a dead end.

I'm afraid that Ye Qingyun is present, so you can only kill him!

If Ji Wushen can come out and destroy my White King team first...

I don't complain about my death.

"You seem to have given up struggling, but you still have a little fighting spirit in your eyes, which is good."

The wide purple robe on Ji Wushang's body fluttered in the wind, and the purple jade bell on his earlobe was also swaying. When touched lightly, it would make a pleasant sound like a wind chime.

In addition to opening your eyes to the Ghost Gate and exposing the Liao, the Ghost Gate Qingyin refers to the character Ji Wushang.

The sound is clear and clear.

There is no living mouth.

Ji Wushang looked at Ye Yinbai, smiled again, and said, "Everyone said that the Qing King is the strongest, but I have investigated that you, the White King, are the most powerful ones. The grudges between the Ghost Sect and the Clan Mansion have always been entangled. Meeting me can only be considered unlucky."

"snort."

Ye Yinbai suddenly sneered and said:

"A total of 600 disciples of the royal family under my command, almost all died at your hands. Although I, Ye Yinbai, have always been selfish, have used any means to fight for the position of prince..."

"But I never dare to forget it at all times. My sister died at the hands of your disciples of the Ghost Sect!"

"Her last wish is to hope that I will become the prince, but my current wish is to remove at least one of your arms before death!"

Ye Yinbai was panting, and suddenly, his pupils narrowed. Drops of blood suddenly dissipated on his body, and a surge of white true energy suddenly shook in the forest!

"roar!"

A powerful and powerful dragon, condensed by wisps of white true energy, began to roar, swing its tail and swing, hovering over Ye Yinbai's head!

The first-grade blood soul of the Earth-Level - White King Jiao!

"The momentum is good. There is an order from the Ghost Sect first. No disciple of the royal family will stay. Now I will kill someone alone, so it is not considered bullying..."

Ji Wushang took a step: "Ye Yinbai, it's time to report to Huangquan Road..."

"Eight steps of ghost flashing."

Ji Wushang took another step, and his body suddenly changed his shadow, flashing in an instant three feet and three feet away. Every step, the void vibrated, as if Ji Wushang's hard body as hard as a monster could shatter it!

Bang--!

Bang--!

Bang--!

Three steps, the vibrating syllables are like heavy drum sounds, making the soul tremble!

"The eight steps of ghost flashing, and being able to step out of thunder sound step by step, not only requires the physical body to be cultivated to the realm of a barbarian monster, but also requires strong cultivation!"

A disciple of the ghost sect who followed Ji Wushang exclaimed.

They rarely see Ji Wushang take action.

In their opinion, Ye Yinbai is honored.

In the fourth step, Ji Wushang had already appeared in front of Ye Yinbai and punched out: "Ghost King's Bone-Shocking Fist!"

Ye Yinbai's lifelong cultivation gathered on the narrow silver sword. While the true energy was infused, the White King Dragon roared and attacked Ji Wushang's fist!

boom--!

"ah!"

Ye Yinbai screamed in anger, and his right arm holding the sword was once again shocked to break his bones.

"That's all?" Ji Wushang stared at him, as if questioning.

Ye Yinbai roared in pain: "Rebel Jiao!"

"roar!"

The White King Dragon seemed to be reborn, and the white airflow that was shattered by the Ghost King's bone-shaking fist gathered again, opening the huge dragon's mouth and biting Ji Wushang's left arm.

"it's useless."

Ji Wushang said coldly, his left arm seemed to be indestructible, and he let the White King Dragon bite: "The biting force of your White King Dragon cannot bite my golden ghost body."

"The Ghost King's Mourning Finger."

Ji Wushang stretched out his right hand, and his sword pointed out like lightning, poking Ye Yinbai's eyes!

Too fast.

I can't see clearly at all!

With his amazing willpower and relatively good mental power, Ye Yinbai instantly learned about it and dodged his head to the left.

After all, it was a step slower.

Puff——!

He avoided the fate of being poked blind in his left eye, but unfortunately, his right eye was poked by an extremely hard index finger!

Blood sprinkled!
Chapter completed!